Sunday, August 30, 2015



The bliss of ginger and the color off wasabi a taste to the skeleton of shades on a limp.  In the shade of a base to not stretch but familiar patience with steady on the been, the trial of duck to air and geese talk swan across the migration to Elephants mile on the walk to tremble no table.  It is the sound of The Horn a picture put perfect, the giraffe on the edge of the Antelopes prize.  A lion of the stretch to that leaping leopard belief, the cosmic on cheetah and a crock for the tooth that managed a gear.

Streaking at the speed of stars comet of book, from send to the form to that look on the suite of blasting into the atmospheres reach, oh for the quarter of the prime!!  This day on that fax of outer say to the watched in each harbor of language that trunks the home to a prerequisite of turns and chances, I shallow the wades to an oceans blues, the jazz is the waves on the dusted shores of the wetting of lips to know the Conchs wealth!!  The trade line of a trail that has brought to my tempo a piece of the music of charts sailing the Cosmos with a vernacular voiced on each step of the path on this paddling sight that Google so readily supplied.  A treasured thank you, for as that is a brand name to I,  it is the World that should applaud your foundation as the Internet swash buckler of a fantastic Pirates plundering to say, that Peter Pan musters the child out to teach the swamps the chill of coolers.  For from the grand banks, to the Panama Canal of what, who wanted know, to product the content of safety, at least as a core that does not apple, but rather shouts to speech that change is the wonders of the placemat on Feat.

The daisy with trouble no summary from hassle as what would that puff but a camera for the think second double.  But for the swallow of all that will divide a crowd I put to the license this grit, I have sand in my shoes for a fucked up reason and the cost has been the price tag.


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